Here's a 20-year throwback and a lesson in the perfect measures of karma. I was lost back then in 1999 with no direction. A college dropout, working in nightclubs and partaking in all the shady things they offered. I knew I needed a change but wasn't quite sure what to do.
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On Thanksgiving morning after a particularly crazy night, I was going for a 5 a.m. breakfast but a stray bullet stopped me. Hit in the leg, pandemonium, waking up in the ambulance, police detectives, and then, silence. I wasn't concerned with whose gun let out the bullet that tore through me. At that moment I knew karma was real. And this was a wake up call. I quit the nightlife and went back to school. .
Ten years after that, I discovered yoga. I always loved Eastern philosophy but didn't realize I could walk the same path as the masters.
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Because the bullet tore muscle but did not shatter bone, I was able to walk as usual, devoting myself to the path of hatha-raja yoga. I discovered my teacher, Sri Dharma Mittra, just two streets away from where I once lied down on the pavement, the heat from the bullet moving through my leg.
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Sometimes the karmas are subtle, sometimes they are quite dramatic. But they are all perfect.🙏🕉🙏